“Run!” cried Shirley.
“What’s the use?” asked Dick. “He has a gun.”
It was true. In the hands of the defeated revolutionary leader was a revolver of heavy caliber, and he flourished it as he came toward them.
Dick turned to Shirley.
“You get back out of sight!” he commanded. “I can handle this fellow!”
Shirley protested.
“Quick!” exclaimed Dick. “He is very angry and for that reason will be easier to handle. I don’t believe he could hit a barn door now.”
Shirley followed Dick’s command and withdrew a short distance, although she was still in plain sight of the infuriated Nicaraguan.
Standing quietly, with his hands on his hips, Dick awaited the attack of the Nicaraguan. A full hundred yards away, but still running, the latter opened fire with his revolver.